Memory Loss

Memory Loss Chaper 4

Chapter 4

After my interesting and a little boring talk with that creepy guy named Jim, I asked to have some food and to remove this IV from my hand as it was a little annoying for getting around. Goodness knows when that last time I physically ate something with my own mouth vs through an IV drip. I'm left still with a endless supply of questions storming through my head, rather than sit here and wait on someone to bring me some food I decided to take a walk down the hall. Also, a little part of me was hoping by the off chance that Damen was still here that I may bump into him again. Then I saw him from the corner of my eye. Damen, looking even more handsome since I saw him last. Okay, here is my chance to have a better start off with the hot guy you just met in the hospital, had a rocky start to say the least. I start walking down the hall towards him.

"Hey Damen," I said with a casual smile, "how are you?" I sound so stiff and lost, I don't know how to hold a regular conversation with anyone. This is so awkward.

"Bella, right? And not bad. Did you figure out why you're in the hospital?" He asked with a smug like grin across his face. "I'd say it's funny running into you here, but you already had that covered when we first met." He was making a joke about the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me. Is he trying to flirt with me? No, I'm some strange girl who literally crashed into him and has no memory of who she is or why I'm here.

I smirk and play along with his demeaner that he is putting out. "Well yes and no. Not fully, but I'm working on it. Wait- why are you in the hospital?" Yes! I remembered to ask before I got taken away by someone that worked here. "That is if you don't mind me asking." I throw back exactly what he said to me earlier. I think I'm getting a hang of this coy banter thing.

"I come and visit here sometimes, don't ask why but this place feels kind of like home to me." He said not looking at me in the eye. I think he's worried that I will judge him. But why should he care what a total stranger thinks of him, especially one that doesn't even know her own past?

"Oh, that's cool. I kind of wish that I could get out of here." Dang-it! I so regret saying that. Someone is opening-up to you and shares something they think is weird and you go and crash the conversation into what you want... maybe I need a little more work than I thought with conversating. Damen doesn't even bat an eye to what I said, thank God, and continues the conversation like normal. "Why don't you get your parents to get you out of here then? Even if just for a bit. You look fine enough to leave to me. And it doesn't look like you have any major injuries, and I see your IV has been removed..." He looked kind of sad when he said when talking about me leaving, but maybe that's just my imagination.

Now, should I tell him how I have absolutely no memory of my past? No let's try and seem normal for a little while longer. I steer the conversation back towards him, as I know very little about Damen. He could also be of help to me with information on the hospital perhaps since he says he comes here regularly. "Damen, you seem pretty nice, would you show my around the place? I'd love to know more about where I am. I would be vary appreciated of that." Once its out of my mouth I realize just how formal that sounded. He blinks a couple times and agrees to show me around. "Why not I have nothing better to do." His smile was genuine and so far, he seemed like a decent person.

First, we headed back to my room so I could get out of the hospital gown. He led me to a cupboard, and I found a pair of clothes in a box that said, 'personal belongings'. And since I was the only one in the room, I think it was safe to assume that they belonged to me. When I opened the box all that was there where a pair of jeans, a light purple shirt, socks that where fuzzy and a pair of sneakers. Was a little disappointed there wasn't anything in there that could possibly help with the memory loss, but that would just be too easy. I tell Damen to have a seat on the bed while I went into the washroom to change.